Thing is, i have to work, new project for me starting tomorrow - audit schedule. T_T. Hate the work more as each day pass, so damn boring and makes me wanna freak out anything with those carbon paper. Hmph. I shall endure... grrrr...
Yesterday wentta Vivo to collect birthday cake and celebrated JunDat's birthday at the airport. Haha, happy birthday BullDog! =P. He's the one to say i have cat eyes, named me Pussycat then sang the S.H.E. song to disturb me. Haha, yet to think of a dog song for him too. But people, don't ever mistaken us for some couples okay, not gonna happen. Haha.
The contract will be ending soon, suddenly i felt a sense, some urge to treasure this group of people whom i work with every Saturday at the airport. Often they make my day, whether or not i'm in a good or bad mood, i always end up happier. And all i wanna say is thank you from the bottom of my heart, to every single Saturday CYAs. Do hope they'll continue the contract, but i doubt so, i doubt all will continue and i doubt all will coma back to Saturday. Well, i just hope, yet again. So that's why i chose to pay for the cake myself, even if it's other CYA's birthday, i'll do this, the cake ain't cheap, but worth it for true friendship? Yeah, every CYA's true friendship. =)
Chocolate Amer, 26cmX26cm from Bakerzin. Here's how it looks: -
And the birthday boy a.k.a bulldog a.k.a Jun Dat: -
Okay, i didn't really took a lotta pictures, so that's it for the celebration. Had been out at night lately, am i turning bad? No, i'm not milk, so i don't turn bad. But i'm seriously getting from bad to worst mentally. I only went out at night, to drink, most of the time. I don't wanna lie, and i don't wish to lie, i ought to be truthful to my family when they ask, but i hope they'd understand why i'm doing this, and why i promise i have my limits, and i know my limits. The old me is gone, perished, so much so that i felt so different within me, more daring now? I don't know, that's something i found out recently, i'll like to try out a lot more stuffs than before, things that normal teen would like to do, something like tryna get in a M18 show when i'm 16, something like staying out late with friends you wanna be with, besties especially, and you chat the night away, pouring out all your troubles. What's wrong with that? Yeah, something's wrong, it associates alot with bad guys, so my parents have curfews for me, but i think if i ensure them my safety, curfew's something meant to be broken. Sometimes i really wonder what everyone will do if they stand in my shoes. Just because i seem okay doesn't mean i'm okay, just because i seem quiet doesn't mean i'm quiet, and just because i said i'm really okay doesn't mean i'm really okay, it's war inside me, get it? And somehow i just can't get the war stopping, it doesn't stop, neither does it spill out of me, it just destroys me mentally - turning me emotionless? Maybe, perhaps, who knows?
Anyway, look at this, a husky can get this remote control outta shape... cute doggy.. haha. But too bad the owner just have to get a new one. =). To the least, the dog is not beaten because of this, 'cause the owner just understands his own dog's personality? Cool.
Okay, lastly, some pictures and a video i found that i took during CNY...
Reunion dinner, haha, only get such big appetite for the only day, when everyone suppose to be present is present. =D.
At God-dad's house, before the Yv Sheng is touched. Haha, big, lotsa stuffs and so yummy. =P
Last but not least, the video during the process, i stood to far away, because they just get so excited and apparently throw the stuffs around like looking for another sock in your wardrobe. Haha! Nights people.
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